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The Angry Mandrel is not what it appears to be - if not for the love and support I receive from this forum ~ sometimes I can't get through my day ~
The Cord
We are connected, My child and I, by an invisible cord not seen by the eye.
It's not like the cord that connects us 'til birth
This cord can't been seen by any on Earth.
This cord does it's work
Right from the start.It binds us together
Attached to my heart.
I know that it's there though no one can see the invisible cord from my child to me.
The strength of this cord is hard to describe.
It can't be destroyed
It can't be denied.
It's stronger than any cord man could create.
It withstands the test, & can hold any weight, and though you are gone, though you're not here with me, the cord is still there but no one can see.
It pulls at my heart I am bruised...I am sore
~But this cord is my lifeline as never before.
I am thankful that God connects us this way.
A mother and child
~Death can't take it away!
Author Unknown
In memorial to my son this website is dedicated to:
~Son~Jon McEachernDecember 26, 1986 ~ November 30, 2007
I want to personally thank all the people who have been there physically, mentally and spiritually for me this past month and know in my heart they will always be around forever. Loosing a child is a terrible tragedy, my hope's to anyone that reads this page shall not cry but rejoice that my son's life journey, although so short here on earth, will be able to help other's in need.
Please take note your $10.00 donation at this time will be helping my family and others ~ with hopes that JdMacHope shall someday soon be able to become the non-profit to gain knowledge, help & the support you need to grieve, to talk, to help others, to help yourself.
After A While
by Veronica A. Shoffstall
After a while you learn
the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn
that love doesn't mean leaning
and company doesn't always mean security.
And you begin to learn
that kisses aren't contracts
and presents aren't promises
and you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes ahead
with the grace of woman, not the grief of a child and you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
that even sunshine burns
if you get too much
so you plant your own garden
and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone
to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure you really are strong you really do have worth and you learn and you learn with every goodbye, you learn...
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